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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.