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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.