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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.