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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.