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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.