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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Neu!,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.