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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.