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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.