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 Portugal 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.