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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.