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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Nico,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.