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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.