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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.