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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.