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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.