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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Interpol,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.