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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.