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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Oneida,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.