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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.