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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.