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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.