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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.