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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.