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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.