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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.