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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.