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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.