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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 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?
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Sound,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.