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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.