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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.