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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.