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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Sparks,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Wings,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.