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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.