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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Monks,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Faust,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.