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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.