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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.