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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.