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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.