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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.