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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.