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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.