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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.