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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.