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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.