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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.