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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.