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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.