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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.