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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.