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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.