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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.