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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.