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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.