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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Wings,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.