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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.