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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
X-101,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.