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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.