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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.