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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.