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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.