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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.