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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.