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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.