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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.