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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.