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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.