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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.