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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.