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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.