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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.