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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.