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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.