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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.