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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.