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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.