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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.