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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.