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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.