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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Can,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.