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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Scion,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.