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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.