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 Angola and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.