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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.