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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.