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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.