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 Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.