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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.