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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
ABBA,
MDC,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.