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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
MDC,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.