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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 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 Kayak to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.