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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.