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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Green to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.