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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.