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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.