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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.