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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.