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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.