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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.