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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Human League,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.