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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.