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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.