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 Yemen 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 Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.