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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.