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 Latvia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.