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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.