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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.