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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.