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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.