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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.