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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.