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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.