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 Mexico and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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 Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.