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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.