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 New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.