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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.