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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.