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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.