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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.