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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.