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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.