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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.