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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Motorama,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.