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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.