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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.