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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Wire,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.