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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.