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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
June of 44,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.