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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.