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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.