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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.