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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.