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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.