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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.