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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.