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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.