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 Tonga 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Index,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.