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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.