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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.