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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Cymande 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Television,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.