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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.