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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.