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 Belgium and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.