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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.