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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.