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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.