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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.