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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.