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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.