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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.