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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.