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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.