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 Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.