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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.