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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Organ,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.