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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 the Swans to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.