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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.