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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Porter Ricks 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.