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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.