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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Gong,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.