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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.