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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.