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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.