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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 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 Talk Talk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
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 Lakeside 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?
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.