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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.