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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.