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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Urselle,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.