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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.