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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.