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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Oneida to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.