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 Mauritius 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Index,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.