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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.