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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.