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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Technova,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.