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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Monks,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.