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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.