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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.