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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
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.