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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.