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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.