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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.