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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.