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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.