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 Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Can,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.