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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.