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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Magma,
AZ,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.