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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.