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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
AZ,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.