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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kinks to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.