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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Neu! to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Visage,
X-102,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.