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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.