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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.