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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.