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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders 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 grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.