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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.