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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.