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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.