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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Urselle,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.