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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.