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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.