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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Television,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.