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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Can,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.