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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
This Heat,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Jandek,
The Index,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.