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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.