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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.