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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.