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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.