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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.