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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.