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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.