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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Wings,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.