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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.