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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Reuben Wilson 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
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Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.