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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.