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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
AZ,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.