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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.