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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Pylon,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.