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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.