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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Deakin,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.