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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.