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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
ABBA,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.