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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.