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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.