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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.