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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Judy Mowatt 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.