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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.