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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Clear Light 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
ABC,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Yaz,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.