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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.