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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.