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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Japan,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.