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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
cv313,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.