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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.