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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.