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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.