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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.