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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Swans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.