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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
the Association,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.