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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.