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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Lalann,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.