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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.