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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.