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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.