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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.