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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.