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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.