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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.