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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.