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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.