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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.