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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.