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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Faust,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.