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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.