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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
UT,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.