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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Gories,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.