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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.