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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.