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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.