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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.