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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Moebius,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Brick,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.