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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.