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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.