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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.