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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.