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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Inner City,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.