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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.