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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Can,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.