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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.