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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.