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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.