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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.