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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.