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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.