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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.