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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 10cc to the crunk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.