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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.