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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Can,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.