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 Somalia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.