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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.