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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.