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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.