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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.