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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.