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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.