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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.