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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.