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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.