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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
CMW,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.