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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Can,
X-102,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.