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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.