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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.