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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.