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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.