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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.