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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.