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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.