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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.