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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.