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 Belize 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Magazine,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.