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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.