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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.