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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the rap 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.