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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Monks,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.