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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.