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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.