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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s 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 The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Fear,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.