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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Television,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.