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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.