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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
June Days,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.