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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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 Fugs,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.