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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.