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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Mars,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.