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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.