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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
DNA,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.