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 Antigua and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.