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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.