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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.