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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.