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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.