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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.