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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.