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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.