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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.