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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.