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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.