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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Nas,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.