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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
PIL,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
the Normal,
X-101,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.