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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.