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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
New Order,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.