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 Dominica 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.