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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.