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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.