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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.