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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Cymande,
UT,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Television,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.