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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.