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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.