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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.