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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
This Heat,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.