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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Can,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.