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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ituana 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 techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.