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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.