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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.