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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Litter 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.