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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.