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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.