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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Dead C to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.