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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.