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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.