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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.