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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Evens to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.