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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.