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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Japan,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.