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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.