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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.