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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.