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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 AZ to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.