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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.