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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.