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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Can,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.