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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.