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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.