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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
UT,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.