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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.