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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Smog,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.