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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.