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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.