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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.