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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.