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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Delta 5 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Can,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.