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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.