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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.