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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.