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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.