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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Organ,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.