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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.