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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.