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 Yemen and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.