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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.