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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.