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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
UT,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.