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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Wings,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.