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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.