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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Television,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Can,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.