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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.