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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.