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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.