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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.