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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.