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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.