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 Burundi and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Slits 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.