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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
JFA,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.