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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.