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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Technova,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.