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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.