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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.