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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Wake to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.