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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.