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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.