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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Magma,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.