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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Cameo,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.