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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.