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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.