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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Visage,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.