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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Pagans,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.