Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.