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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Television,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.