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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.