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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.