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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.