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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.