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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Age Steppers to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.