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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.