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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.