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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Television,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.