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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.