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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
X-101,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.