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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.