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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Pagans,
Liliput,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.