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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.