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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.