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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Visage,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.