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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The Residents,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.