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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.