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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.