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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.