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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.