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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.