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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.