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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.