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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.