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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.