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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
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.