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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.