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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.