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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.