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 France 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.