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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.