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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.