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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Roxette,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.