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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.