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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.