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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.