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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Can,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.