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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.