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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Ituana,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.