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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.