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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
John Holt,
Ten City,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.