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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.