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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.