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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.