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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.