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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.