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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.