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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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 Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.