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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.