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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.