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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.