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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.