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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.