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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.