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 Portugal and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.