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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.