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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.