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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.