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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.