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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.