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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.