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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.