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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.