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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
the Human League,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.