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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.