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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.