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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.