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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.