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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.