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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.