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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.