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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.