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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.