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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.