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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
MC5,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.