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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.