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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 organ 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.