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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.