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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.