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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.