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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.