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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
CMW,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.