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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.