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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.