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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.