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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.