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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.