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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.