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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.