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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.