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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.