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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 World's Most to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.