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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.