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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Kayak,
X-102,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.