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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.