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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.