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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.