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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.