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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Magma,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.