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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.