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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.