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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.