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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.