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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.