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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.