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 Thailand and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.