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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Marc Almond 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.