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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.